the endless hope
the sound of a crisp
morning breeze cutting
through the streambed
along the landscape of
my life. A wind that
will refreshen and cleanse
at once; causing me to
look up and see the sunrise
as it crests its pinkening
orange and magenta hues
along the length of
the horizon. Can there not
be more of these in a day;
say five or six to bring me
back to the center of what it
really means to be alive?
This one,
it shall be enough,
for this moment,
for this heart,
for now.
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